"Dong" "Dong" "Dong" "Dong"
The dull and powerful drum beat sounded in front of the Xiaozhu Hall, and soon the whole size of the bamboo peaks were shocked.
I don't know how many disciples of the Immortal Sect heard the sound of the drums, and rushed over from all directions out of curiosity. They thought it was some instruction from the Immortal Sect, but unexpectedly, a handyman in green clothes was playing the drums there, and they were suddenly very curious. People gathered around and pointed.
"Who are you, who dares to sound the alarm drum?"
Soon, Xiaozhu Peak ascended, and several deacons in white robes rushed down on various magical weapons, shouting in a deep voice.
Fang Yuan stopped beating the drum and said loudly again: "Fang Yuan, a handyman disciple, wholeheartedly pursues the Tao, Qi Qiu enters the Immortal Sect to practice!"
"Are you actually here to seek immortality?"
The Immortal Sect disciples and the deacons all frowned, greatly surprised.
The other Immortal Sect disciples didn't even react for a moment.
They had already deep-rooted the impression in their hearts that the handymen were the handymen and the disciples of the Immortal Sect were the disciples of the Immortal Sect. When they first saw some handymen coming to Xiaozhu Peak, they were so embarrassed that they wanted to get away from the handymen. Identity, entering the Immortal Sect, but just feel ridiculous.
"How can a handyman disciple seek immortality? Are you out of your mind?"
Even a deacon didn't react and subconsciously pointed at Fang Yuan and yelled.
Fang Principle had no expression on his face, raised his hands slightly, and formed a seal on his chest. All his magic power was forced out. In an instant, all his magic power surged out crazily, and even the air around him became It became blurred, and a ball of green energy was drawn out by the seal formed in his hand. It was like a ball of spiritual fire that seemed to be unreal, beating gently on his chest, and the breath was compelling.
"Fang Yuan, a disciple of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, has broken through the third level of Qi training and is willing to cross the bridge of trials in order to pursue the path to immortality!"
His voice was loud and clear, and all the disciples of the Immortal Sect were surprised and surprised when they heard it.
Even the deacons looked a little strange and looked at each other. One of them said: "The Bridge of Trial is not..."
"Haha, how dare someone beat the fairy drum so easily? It turns out that there is a handyman seeking immortality. I haven't seen this in many years!"
At this moment, a gentle yet majestic voice suddenly came from above his head.
But on the top of Xiaozhu Peak, an old man in gray robe stepped on the clouds and floated down.
The old man could not tell his age. He had a gray beard on his face, his eyes were very bright, and his aura was thick but gentle. When he saw him slowly landing in front of the hall, all the disciples of the Immortal Sect and the deacons around him bowed and saluted. , said in unison: "I have seen Elder Yun..."
Fang Yuan saw it, hesitated for a moment, and then bowed, knowing that this old man must have an extraordinary background.
"Haha, everyone, get up!"
The elder waved his hand casually, looked at Fang Yuan with a smile, and said, "My child, do you want to enter the Immortal Sect?"
Fang Yuan replied respectfully: "Exactly!"
"Well!"
The elder nodded and asked with a smile: "When a handyman enters the Immortal Sect, he needs to pass a test, but the test is very dangerous. Are you really ready?"
Fang Yuan had already figured this out when he came here. Now that his cultivation has not reached the third level of Qi training, it is impossible not to go through the trial. Fortunately, he still has time. If he can do it after the trial, If you can’t make it through the road, you can go back and continue practicing!
But he had to visit Xiaozhu Peak, otherwise he would not be able to escape Zhou Qingyue's trap!
As soon as he thought of this, he said loudly: "Disciple Fang Yuan, you are ready to cross the bridge of trial!"
Elder Yun laughed, but shook his head and said: "It seems that you were well prepared before coming and understood the rules of the Immortal Sect many years ago. However, you came too late. After the trial, The bridge has been abandoned for many years…”
"Forehead… "
Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"Nowadays, people are paying more and more attention to resources. It has been many years since any handyman disciples entered the Immortal Sect..."
As if to explain, Elder Yun gave Fang Yuan a somewhat apologetic smile.
"If I ruin it, I won't be able to pass the bridge of trials anyway. It's just another rule..."
Fang Yuan thought about it in his mind and said hurriedly: "In this case, the disciple has no choice but to wait until the third level of Qi training is completed!"
There is temptation in this sentence.
The Bridge of Trial has been abandoned. Although he was a little surprised, after thinking about it carefully, it was also reasonable. Qingyang Sect has not had an example of a handyman disciple becoming a disciple of the Immortal Sect for many years, so the Bridge of Trial is naturally impossible. It has always existed. After all, maintaining that large formation requires a lot of resources, and now, the resources are precious materials that all the major immortal sects cherish as much as their lives.
But for the other party, what he was more concerned about was whether he could still come after he reached the third level of Qi training.
After all, crossing the bridge of trials is just one of the rules, there is another rule.
Elder Na Yun said with a smile: "In addition to crossing the bridge of trials, if there are handyman disciples who can reach the third level of Qi training before the age of seventeen, they can join the Immortal Sect. This rule also exists. You If you can achieve it, you can naturally become a disciple of the Immortal Sect, but... I think you are about to turn sixteen. Are you sure that you will be able to raise your cultivation level to the third level of Dzogchen within a year?"
"Disciple will definitely do his best!"
Fang Yuan answered in his mouth, but in his heart he was thinking about how he could stay in Xiaozhu Peak for a while longer.
"I have been promoted to the third level of Qi training, Dzogchen, in just one year. This handyman is quite brave to say that..."
"What does this mean? Didn't Junior Sister Xiao Qiao and the others do it two months ago?"
"Then how can it be the same? How do we practice, and how do the handymen practice?"
Many of the surrounding Immortal Sect disciples also started whispering.
"Son, how long has it been since you started practicing?"
Amid the whispers around him, Elder Yun was also looking Fang Yuan up and down, seemingly very interested.
Fang Yuan replied respectfully: "Since entering the Immortal Sect, my disciple has been practicing for more than a year!"
"One year?"
Elder Yun was slightly startled: "How did you reach this level of cultivation within one year?"
Fang Yuan thought for a moment and replied in a low voice: "After I started as a disciple, I worked during the day and practiced at night. I never slacked off!"
"How many hours do you practice in a day?"
Elder Yun seemed to be very interested in him.
Fang Yuan thought for a while and replied seriously: "It was not very adaptable at first. I could only breathe for three hours a day. Later I got better and could practice for four hours or even five hours. Now, I feel that as long as I have time, I can breathe. Then you can keep your mind safe at all times!”
"What?"
After hearing this, all the disciples of the Immortal Sect changed their expressions and looked at Fang Yuan as if they were monsters.
"Is this handyman bragging?"
"We only practice for two or three hours a day at most, which is still diligent. How could he practice for so long?"
In the eyes of everyone, Elder Yun seemed gentler and said softly: "Don't you need to sleep?"
Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment before answering in a low voice: "At first, I always felt a little tired and would sleep for a few hours every day. But later, as I practiced for a long time, I felt that breathing meditation did not conflict with sleep. After holding on to my mind, , every exhale and every breath is consistent with the Qi training method. Sleeping is practicing, practicing is sleeping. Wake up every day with sufficient energy and strong body and mind!"
After hearing what he said, not to mention all the immortal disciples, even several deacons looked at him like monsters.
"He is indeed a diligent child!"
Elder Yun's eyes became gentler, and he asked again: "Where can we get the resources?"
Fang Yuan replied: "The Immortal Sect distributes two Qi Training Pills every month, and the rest are exchanged for the Talisman Edict from the Spiritual Medicine Supervisor!"
Elder Yun nodded and asked again: "Are you not encountering any bottlenecks in the Qi training method?"
"have!"
Fang Yuan answered without hesitation: "I encountered some problems that were difficult to solve. Some of them were trying to figure out the meaning of the practice scriptures, and they suddenly understood it. Some of them asked Steward Sun of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, and some of them asked Steward Ling, the Supervisor of Spiritual Medicine... Most of them came from me. try to figure out!"
"Oh, it seems that the talent is really good!"
Elder Yun seemed to be more interested. After a while, he smiled and said: "I think your bone age is only about sixteen years old. For you, it is not enough for you to reach the third level of Qi training before you are seventeen years old." It’s difficult, it’s safer this way, why not wait until then, but come in advance, risking injury or even death, to cross that extremely dangerous bridge of trials?”
Fang Yuan was startled when he heard this question and thought to himself: "I didn't want to take this risk..."
But I couldn't say this directly. After thinking about it in my mind, I whispered: "Practice is like a fire, and you can't delay it for a while. I heard someone say that a practitioner only needs a few years to lay a good foundation." , I am afraid that I will miss this best time!"
"Haha, this is quite true!"
Elder Yun nodded lightly, and suddenly stepped forward gently, his palm gently pressing on Fang Yuan's shoulder.
In an instant, Fang Yuan felt that there seemed to be an imperceptible force flowing through his body quickly. Before he could react, the force had been withdrawn. When he raised his head, Elder Yun had already turned around and faced him. He walked past the main hall of Xiaozhu Hall. When he reached the front of the hall, a futon flew out of the hall and landed gently on the steps.
A group of Immortal Sect disciples and deacons outside looked at Elder Yun blankly, waiting for his instructions.
After Elder Yun sat down, he looked at the deacons who were looking at each other in surprise and said, "What are you still doing? This little Fang Yuan has already said that cultivation is like a fire and there is no time to waste. Hurry up." Let’s do the trial!”
"But... the bridge of trials has been destroyed..."
The deacons looked strange, and a man in a white robe and a long beard said sarcastically.
Elder Yun sighed and said: "The Bridge of Trials is just to test the disciples' qualifications. Can't you try it?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, not to mention the deacons.
"Do you really want to try?"
He thought to himself that he was not prepared. Was he afraid that he would be embarrassed
But with this thought in his mind, he puffed up his chest and looked confident. No one could tell what he was thinking.
The deacons also discussed in a low voice for a few words, and seemed to have an idea. The man in white robe and long beard came out, looked at Fang Yuan, and said: "Then let me take action first, the handyman disciple Fang Yuan, have you practiced any magic or martial arts?"
Fang Yuan was startled for a moment, then replied in a low voice: "The handyman disciple cannot practice magic and has only practiced swordsmanship for a few days!"
"oh?"
The deacon was slightly startled and asked, "What sword have you practiced?"
Fang Yuan was silent for a while, then whispered: "Thunder and Thunderbolt Dominate the Nine Heavens Sword..."
Everyone was suddenly stunned.
After a while, a disciple who was drinking water not far away spurted it out with a pop, choking and coughing.
Suddenly, laughter broke out all over the mountains and plains, and even Elder Yun not only had a smile on his face.
Alas, yesterday’s date…
(End of chapter)